The used-up crack whores with broken teeth
Whistle and jeer as you land in the street
And the drunks in the alleys take up the song,
Singing: Out here with us is where you belong.

And the raucous carols of the Losers’ Choir
Welcome you to the trashcan fire
And the lost and the ruined and the wretched and the torn
Sing: Your fate was set long before you were born.

And the pederast clowns with hooks for hands
Caper and cackle and strike up the band
And the drooling derelicts join in the dance,
Singing: How could you think that you had any chance?

And the gurgling chorus of sideshow horrors
Thump their stumps on the piss-puddled floors
And the doomed and the damned and the permanently fucked
Sing: You know in your heart that you’re one of us.